CHAPTER 7

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Déjà Vu

"I found this in the living room on the table!" yelled Mr. Bolton, holding the test. "You two have a lot of explaining to do."

Troy and Gabriella laid transfixed in horror. He had found out, and he was irate. Troy pulled Gabriella even closer to him. He was afraid his dad was going to hurt her.

"See what I mean, Troy when I call her a tramp?" asked Mr. Bolton calming down. At these words Gabriella began to cry.

"Don't call her that!" yelled Troy back at his father.

"That baby probably isn't even yours," said Mr. Bolton, his voice beginning to rise again.

"The baby is mine!" screamed Troy. "I did it. It's mine."

"Troy..," began Gabriella weakly. Troy just kept on going.

"Blame me, dad. Don't blame her."

"Troy," said Mr. Bolton calming down. "You're not serious, are you?"

"Why would I joke about something as major as this?" Troy forced at his dad.

"Oh my God, Troy," said Mr. Bolton. He had calmed down. "How many times have your mother and I talked to you about this?"

"We didn't mean too, dad."

"Oh, did it just accidentally happen?" asked Mr. Bolton sarcastically. "Did your clothes fall off and then did you fall on each other?"

"Dad!" yelled Troy. "Stop. We were drunk. Chad…" Troy knew it right away. He had gone way too far.

"Chad? What about Chad?" asked Mr. Bolton, hotly. "Tell me, Troy, now."

"Never mind, dad," said Troy quickly.

"Did Chad have something too do with this?" asked Mr. Bolton.

"No," said Troy. "He didn't. Forget I mentioned him."

"I'll find out eventually," said Mr. Bolton, "I always do. Now, come on. We're going home."

"No," said Troy, "I'm not gonna go home so you can beat me up and shove me in a closet, again."

"Troy," said Mr. Bolton. "About that…"

"Don't come up with some lame excuse, dad," Troy snapped.

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Gabby walked downstairs into the kitchen to get some breakfast, cell phone in hand. She was watching her phone just in case Troy would call for help. Against Gabby's wishes, he had agreed to leave with Mr. Bolton. He said he would call her if he was being abused. Gabby's cell phone had been motionless. She flipped on the T.V. and grabbed a Pop Tart out of the box and ate it cold. Her phone rang. She hastenly picked it up with out looking at the caller I.D. "Troy!" she almost yelled. "Are you okay? Is he hurting you again?"

"Calm down, Gabby, darling. It's me, mom."

"Oh, hi mom," said Gabby. "I was afraid Troy's dad was hurting him again.

"Did he go home?" asked Karen.

"Yes, mom," said Gabriella. "Mr. Bolton kinda bursted into the house this morning looking for Troy, and when he went into the living room, he found the pregnancy test that I accidentally left out last night."

"Uh-oh," said Karen, worriedly. "Why didn't you call me?"

"Everything happened so fast, mom. He kinda came in and ordered Troy to go with him. He calmed down, and he knows that I know he is hurting Troy. He won't try to hurt him right after he leaves. At least that's what Troy told me. I don't know about that, though."

"Keep your cell phone with you just in case," said Ms. Montez. "Call me if anything happens. Promise?"

"Yes,' said Gabby.

"I'm at work. I'm by the phone. Don't hesitate to call."

"Okay mom, bye." Gabriella hung up and continued to watch TV.

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Chad was lying in bed, sleeping in. His door banged open and he sat up looking around. "Wassat?" he asked tiredly. "Roy?" Is at ou?"

"It damn well is me!" yelled Troy. He ran onto the bed and smacked Chad. "You." Slap. "Are." Slap. "The." Slap. "Stupidest." Slap. "Person I have ever.." Slap. "Met." Punch.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" bellowed Chad. "Waddid I do?"

"You spiked the punch at the party!"

"So why are you yelling at me? No harm, no foul."

"Gabriella's pregnant! You idiot!"

"Wait? What! She's pregnant!"

"Yes!" yelled Troy. "And it's all your fault."

"I didn't do it with her, Troy. You did."

"We were drunk! It's your fault we were drunk!"

"Stop hitting me, Geeze." Troy let up as Chad got up. "Is this some practical joke?" Troy glared at him. "One can only hope," he said as Troy darted at him, again. "What are you gonna do?"

"I don't know," said Troy. "I just don't know, I love Gabriella. A lot. I guess all I can do is support her."

"You'll make a great daddy," joked Chad. "How many kids have a daddy that is the star of the high school basketball team, and a mommy that is a walking computer? An attractive walking computer to top it off." Troy smiled but whipped it.

"Aahhh! How can I smile at a time like this?"

"And one more thing," said Chad. "How many kids have a daddy with the best best friend ever?" Troy just stared at him.

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"Troy got Gabriella pregnant?" asked Mrs. Bolton incredulously. "I've gotta sit down." She was in her bedroom with Mr. Bolton. Troy was eavesdropping unnoticed outside the door. "How could he be so stupid?"

"That was my reaction," said Mr. Bolton frustrated.

"Well, we can't really blame them," added Mrs. Bolton.

"What?" asked Mr. Bolton.

Troy had a puzzled look on his face outside the door. "Well, come on Jack, we had Troy when you were eighteen, and I was seventeen."

"Yeah well, that's different. You were a year older."

"Yes, but they will be seventeen soon." Troy smiled outside the door. His mother had made this easier for him.

"It's like Déjà vu," his mother said smiling. Mr. Bolton glared at her. Her smile disappeared. "No, you're right." Troy's smile disappeared along with hers. Never mind he thought. This was about to get harder. What was everyone else gonna think?"

Gabriella made it to the bathroom just in time. She threw up into the toilet. She desperately wanted to call Troy. She knew she would throw up many more times, and that she couldn't call him every time. She would have to teach herself to deal with it. The phone rang. It was Taylor.

"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!" Taylor screamed in to the receiver.

Cliff Hanger! Well sorta! I get the computer next at about 9:00 tonight. Next chapter should be up by 10 hopefully…review me please this one is short because I had to speed write it again.. enjoy… XOXO, Christine))